When the ancient Polynesians invented surfing, they often used a paddle to help them navigate. Fast-forward a few millennia, and Stand-Up Paddleboarding, or SUP, finds itself trendy again. Part of its increasing popularity is that standing upright allows surfers to spot waves more easily and thus catch more of them, multiplying the fun factor. Paddling back to the wave becomes less of a strain as well. The ability to cruise along on flat inland water, surveying the sights, is another advantage. Finally, its a good core workout. If youre sold on the idea, schedule an intro SUP lesson, free with board and paddle rental, and you may find yourself riding the waves like a Polynesian king.More

In the past 30 years, light artists have reimagined an art form that has always had the ability to turn the night sky, or a simple window, into luminescence. Last fall, the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts turned its southern glass wall into a parade of sound-sensing lights, Lightswarm, that changes with the movements of nearby people and things. Future Cities Lab, the San Francisco design company behind Lightswarm, has originated another notable light sculpture. Located by the YBCA's steps at 701 Mission, Murmur Wall will light up in arresting ways as it incorporates local trending search engine results and social media postings. Onlookers can offer their own contributions, which will feed into the Murmur Wall's data stream and light up the sculpture. What's trending in San Francisco? If you're walking by the YBCA, you can see firsthand — at least through light patterns that reflect the city's volatile internet habits.
Murmur Wall debuts Thursday at 6 p.m. and continues through May 31, 2017, at Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, 701 Mission St., S.F. Free; 415-978-2700 or ybca.org. More

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San Francisco Film Society held their Film Society Awards Night at Bimbo's on Tuesday, May 7th. Harrison Ford was in attendance accepting the 2013 Peter J. Owens Award. Photographs by Josh Edelson for SF Weekly.

Hairpiece in the Middle East

As Zohan, Sandler displays his trademark combination of shock tactics and sweetness.

You Don't Mess with the Zohan

Rated PG-13. Opens Friday at San Francisco theaters.

Behold Adam Sandler, in a passable Israeli accent and outsize codpiece, as Zohan the Mossad superheavy: catching barbecued fish in his butt crack on a Tel Aviv beach, repelling bullets with his nostril, sculpting hand grenades into toy poodles for delighted Palestinian children while making mincemeat of an Arab terrorist played with gusto by John Turturro.

What makes these scenes the funniest, and the most oddly touching, in the otherwise overstuffed muddle that is You Don't Mess with the Zohan is that Sandler plays them with maniacal focus — not to mention a new and improved bod — that suggests he's enjoying the break from his customary schlubby self. Zohan isn't just a lampoon of the Israeli he-man. He's every Jewish nerd's wet dream of self-transformation.

A pity, then, that our man is soon overcome by career crisis. Faking his own death, Zohan resurfaces in an awful '80s shag (think Warren Beatty in that other hair movie), clutching an ancient Paul Mitchell catalog, to realize a long-held dream of becoming a hairdresser in New York. Renamed Scrappy Coco after the two pooches he restyled on the trip over, Zohan blow-dries his way to success and falls for his sexy Arab salon boss (Emmanuelle Chriqui, suffering through assorted reaction shots) while heading off a simmering Arab-Israeli expatriate race war in the 'hood. If nothing else — and there isn't much else — You Don't Mess with the Zohan pronounces the Middle East fair game for comedy.

Like most film projects involving swarthy skin tone, the screenplay for Zohan — written by Sandler, Robert Smigel, and Judd Apatow before Apatow became hot stuff — was quietly shelved after 9/11, cautiously revived with fictitious country names and a namby-pamby quarrel over orange groves, then shelved again. With the Middle East returned to Hollywood's table (albeit mostly tucked into thrillers), back comes this latest endeavor from Happy Madison Productions with feuding Israelis and Arabs, Hezbollah call centers, and bomb plots fully reinstated. Score one for freedom of expression, I suppose, and pushed far enough into outrage, the movie might have had something pungent to say about the Israeli-Palestinian standoff. As it is, the American way rides to the rescue: Even sworn enemies rub along nicely living side by side in New York, no? Worse, Israelis may be conniving in Zohan, but the Palestinians are downright stupid rubes who, when it comes to explosives, don't know nitroglycerin from Neosporin. No wonder that's Rob Schneider we see mugging away as a Palestinian cab driver with a parochial score to settle with Scrappy — I doubt any self-respecting Arab actor would touch the role.

For a caper whose antic pacing is clearly beamed at mini-Mohawked boys and their bravely smiling dates — neither group was exactly rolling in the aisles at the screening I attended — Zohan comes in a curiously arcane package more likely to induce thigh-slapping among Tel Aviv elders or Jewish Americans who took a semester abroad in Israel circa 1985.

Everyone knows the Mossad, but outside of New York, who will warm to multiple set-pieces making fun of Israelis and Palestinians who scratch out a living peddling knockoff electronics to unsuspecting consumers in Manhattan? Or, for that matter, a running send-up of the Israeli macho man that is at least a decade out of date? Never mind that the average young Israeli male today is more likely to be found getting high in Phuket than beating his chest as he offs Arabs deep in the Occupied Territories or balls anything in a skirt in New York.

Under the direction of Dennis Dugan, Sandler has made a string of pretty indefensible hits like Big Daddy and Happy Gilmore. Strictly speaking, the undisciplined Zohan, crowded with gratuitous drop-ins by what seems to be the entire social circle of its cast and crew — Mariah Carey, John McEnroe, Shelley Berman, Bruce Vilanch, and others should all be on the cutting-room floor — is no better. But as one of roughly two American critics who found I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry endearing, I like Sandler's trademark combination of shock tactics and sweetness, his dweeby affection for the old, the fat, the ugly, and the generally peripheral. Given his courtliness toward little old ladies, I was less offended than some will be by the scenes of Zohan shtupping his retiree clients — among them the irrepressible Lainie Kazan — after giving them their blue rinses. This shameless shtick may have been cooked up as a sick joke by Apatow, who is prone to such high-jinks just to goose the ageism police. But there's a crazed good-heartedness to it, as if Sandler had elected to assemble all the solicitous Jewish mothers he's ever known and give them a great big Oedipal prezzie just for being who they are. My own Jewish mother probably wouldn't go in the back room with him, but she'd sure wish him well.

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Sub Pop recording artists 'clipping.' brought their brand of noise-driven experimental hip hop to the closing night of 2016's San Francisco Electronic Music Fest this past Sunday. The packed Brava Theater hosted an initially seated crowd that ended the night jumping and dancing against the front of the stage. The trio performed a set focused on their recently released Sci-Fi Horror concept album, 'Splendor & Misery', then delved into their dancier and more aggressive back catalogue, and recent single 'Wriggle'.
Opening performances included local experimental electronic duo 'Tujurikkuja' and computer music artist 'Madalyn Merkey.'"